In the beginning, there was snow.
And the snow begat snowplows, snowblowers,
snow shovelers and very large pick-up
trucks with blades. And the snowplows,
snowblowers, snow shovelers and
very large pick-up trucks
with blades begat snow berms.
And the snow berms begat -- BERMTOPIA.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

"Fritterpated" OR why I'm late getting to work in the summer

I’m proud to say I’ve taken the art of frittering away the morning hours to a a whole new level this summer. It’s easy. You can do it too. Just follow these simple steps:

Step 1: Wake up at 6 a.m., shower, check blog, take vitamins, sip coffee and eat two pieces of toast with raspberry jam while reading the paper.

Step 2: Empty the dishwasher. Load the dishwasher.

Step 3: Head out to walk the dog but stop to conduct a 10-minute in-depth analysis of the Lincoln Street re-paving project with neighbor Darrell. (Paving starts today! Storm water planters-watch out drunk drivers!)

Step 4: Add a couple extra blocks to the walk because it’s so frickin’ gorgeous out and you could use the exercise and because January is right around the corner.

Step 5: Arrive home, give the dog some love and feed him.

Step 6: Check Facebook. Toss off a couple witty post.

Step 7: Hand water the Japanese eggplant. tomatoes, flower pots and other random spots in the backyard that the sprinkler never quite reaches.

Step 10: Dead head the petunias and day lilies and pull a couple of weeds while you’re at it.

Step 11: Harvest the first of our small crop of raspberries. Man up and leave a few for the Wonderfully Patient Spouse's cereal.

Step 12: Now inside, begin assembling the most kick-ass salad ever for lunch, and then realize you’ve been a bad indoor plant mama because you haven’t watered the ficus and palm in, say, about 4 months.

Step 13: Water the ficus and palm.

Step 14: Finish that kick-ass salad and throw in some carrot sticks to boot.

Bermtopia: My home town

A self-avowed winterphobe negotiates the seasons, kitchens, gardens and dogs formerly in Bermtopia (an idyllic little burg in the hinterlands of eastern Washington) and NOW in The Beav, a suburban mecca just outside Portland, Ore. Bermtopia was occasionally cursed with snow (which how this blog came to be) -- and The Beav with rain, but both are always, relentlessly, entertaining -- my hometowns.

And, yes, I occasionally cook -- and am more than happy to tell you about it at http://becauseisaidsokitchen.blogspot.com